From the very minute Priscilla strolled through the door, she treated the place like her own personal queendom and all of us mere humans as her sworn ...nd dedicated serfs. Now I am not the sort of person to tolerate this behaviour from anyone, cat or human, so I refused to submit, I never made the kissy, smoochy, besotted noises that everyone else made when they laid eyes upon Priscilla, and I never begged the creature to come on over and grant me the special, savoured honour of deigning to sit. When they are hard, he returns to kissing her. Emma’s taut nubs rub against Donald’s shirt, letting him feel them through it. Now every part of his body is enjoying this spontaneous encounter. Emma’s legs are wrapped around his back, holding him deep in her as she begins to throb. Her walls constrict tightly against his prick, then relax for him to thrust one more time in for a return performance.Both are panting hard now, and sweat drips from both of them; well properly, perspiration is. I squirmed beneath him, but he continued with light bites and sucks through the fabric. He slipped his hands beneath and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my body to him. I felt his cock twitch against me again and he moaned, diving back down and sucking hard on each nipple as I cried out. He began to move down, down until I could feel his hot breath between my legs. My eyes rolled back and my hips jerked and I finally felt his tongue draw slowly up my pussy, prodding inside me and then. I woke up the next morning, to my mom getting ready for work. I walked in to the kitchen hoping that she wouldn't bring up the subject of what happened the night before, but she did she asked me to sit down she wanted to talk. I asked her what she wanted to talk about, she told me what happened is nothing to be embarrassed about. She had to go to work but she said we would talk more about it when she got home. She usually doesn't get off work till 5 so I usually masturbate on her bed with her.